Harry Potter : Flash Forward

The girls had only joined him once more since the other night. So, Harry wasn't expecting them when both walked in a short while later. Thankfully, he hadn't shrunk the bed back down, so he didn't have to rise to widen it again.

Without a word they both just slipped into bed on either side of him, leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.

"Good night," they both said.

"Good night," he replied.

Finally starting to get used to each other's company in bed, the three quickly drifted off to sleep.

Saturday meant slightly later breakfasts for the residents of Hogwarts. So, the three laid in bed for a little while. Almost physically programmed to be up very early, Harry was the first to waken. This time his hand was gripping the soft breast of Daphne.

However, unlike their first morning sleeping together, his hand wasn't up a tanktop grasping bare flesh. In a way, Harry was glad for the wizarding sleepwear of the magical world. It meant his hand was on the outside of Daphne's 'sleep robe'.

Gently, he pulled his hand away and rolled over onto his back.

Turning his head to the right, he saw Hermione was asleep facing him. To him, she looked so peaceful when she was asleep. He laid there watching her for a while before he rolled back to his left, again, and propped himself up on his elbow.

Looking over Daphne's shoulder he could see her face in full repose except for the slightest of smiles on her face.

She'd admitted to them both that she had the occasional nightmare. She had none of them when she slept with them - or, was it just Harry? Something he was unsure she knew or not.

Trying not to wake either of them, he climbed out of bed over the blankets and the foot of the bed, before heading to his bathroom.

When he finished his morning ablutions, they were both awake but hadn't risen. He walked out of his bathroom wearing only his boxers.

Both girls looked at him and grinned. "Come back to bed, Harry," said Daphne.

Knowing they still had plenty of time before breakfast finished, Harry smiled and climbed back in between them. Both girls snuggled in, making it hard for him to slide further down into the bed so his head rested properly on the pillow. He managed, though; amidst lots of giggling and laughing.

Once he was finally settled, he said, "I want you both to know... if you want to come in and sleep in here... whether together or alone... I won't stop you. We may wake in embarrassing positions... and I'm sorry about that... but I won't intentionally do anything you don't approve of in advance."

After letting that sink in for a moment, as Hermione leaned in and gave Harry another kiss to the cheek, Daphne propped herself up on her right elbow and looked down at him.

"Mmm?" he asked her.

"Harry," she began. "When you woke up this morning..."

"Mmm?" he asked again, already knowing where she was heading but letting her get there on her own.

"Were... you holding my breast?"

"Yes; I'm sorry," he simply answered. "In my defence, as soon as I woke up and noticed, I pulled my hand away. I didn't want it to frighten you."

"Really?" asked an amused Hermione. "He was doing that to me the other morning."

Daphne seemed to think about it for a moment with her eyes downcast. Softly, she said to Harry, "It's okay. Thank you for being considerate." She then thought a moment more and, looking him in the eyes, said, "It was a surprise to me that it didn't worry or scare me. I... liked it. It made me feel safe, you know?"

"I understand," Harry replied. "But, I meant what I said. Other than unintentional touching in our sleep, I won't... make a move... until you're ready; until you tell me you're ready. Both of you."

She blushed, nodded and leaned in and kissed him. "You're a good man, Harry Potter." And laid her head on his chest with a sigh as Hermione did the same from the other side.

After breakfast, study and then lunch, the three - plus a hesitant Astoria - stood in the Entrance Hall awaiting the arrival of Daphne's parents. Of the four, Daphne was the most worried.

When a couple in fine robes walked in, Harry immediately knew these two were Daphne's parents.

The man looked at Harry with an intensity Harry did not often feel. He knew the man was taking his measure.

"Mister Potter," the man finally said, "I'm Matthias Greengrass; Daphne's father," as the woman embraced Daphne and murmured a few words to her before moving on to Astoria.

Harry stepped forward to the man and offered his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Sir," he quietly but firmly replied. "And, please; call me Harry."

Mister Greengrass hesitated a moment before taking Harry's hand. With the same look, but a little softened, he said, "Call me Matthias. Please."

Matthias turned and indicated the lady who'd walked in with him. "Harry; this is my wife and Daphne's mother, Candice."

Harry stepped forward and took the lady's hand, bending to kiss the back of her knuckles with the barest of touches before standing back up. "Ma'am. It's a pleasure to meet you, too. And, as with Matthias, please call me Harry."

The lady stared at Harry for a few moments; clearly measuring him up; before she said, "Thank you, Harry. And you may call me 'Deece'."

"Thank you, both," he said, stepping back and indicating Hermione. "Matthias; Deece... I introduce to you Miss Hermione Granger; our... third partner."

Matthias stepped forward and kissed the back of Hermione's knuckles, making the girl blush. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Granger. And, please, call me Matthias."

"The pleasure is also mine, Matthias," she softly replied. "And it's Hermione."

Deece stepped forward and, instead of shaking Hermione's hand, enveloped the girl in a hug.

"No doubt you both have many questions," said Harry. "May we retire to our apartment for privacy?"

"That would be wise, Harry," said Matthias. "Please, lead the way."

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